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kisahawklin ([personal profile] kisahawklin) wrote in [community profile] 15_minute_ficlets2012-01-02 03:09 am

Prompt #109

If you wish to do this as a spontaneous exercise, don't look at the word until you're ready to write (I recommend having Write or Die open in another tab). If you're going to mull over the word and write later, peek away.

Once you've completed your ficlet, please either comment here, or post a link to it, if you're posting on your own journal. Feel free to reference the community or number of the prompt in your outside posts, but if you use the actual word, please put it under a cut to avoid spoiling others, should they want to write spontaneously.

Today's word is: winter

If you've missed a word or twelve and would like to catch up, please see the Master List.
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[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-02 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Quick question:

Do we simply write for 15 minutes and then post as is, or do we edit, etc, and then post?

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[personal profile] kate 2012-01-02 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
For the purposes of this comm, it should be posted as is - that's not to say that you can't polish it up and post it elsewhere, should you decide to (and honestly, it's not forbidden to polish either - there aren't a lot of rules around this place).
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Would it be ok if I wrote slightly over 15 minutes?

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-07 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi! I got here from the Rec-O-Matic and was wondering if that was ok. I did the above prmpt but ran slightly over. ^^;
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Re: Would it be ok if I wrote slightly over 15 minutes?

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-08 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!
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[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-08 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Snowy, chilly days
The snowflake on your nose
Freezing in my boots
Next to you I'd rather not be anywhere else.

He dusted some sand onto the paper to soak up the excess ink and then gently lifted the paper to admire his handiwork. A secretive smile crept across his face, and he put the paper with others of its like in the small leather folder he kept for just this purpose. Within, there were other, similar small papers, all put away neatly, arranged by months. He resisted the urge to pick up a batch and to read them; instead, he ensured the paper slid into the side labelled "December" and stayed put, before closing the folder. Pulling the string that held the folder closed tight, he then rubbed his thumb over the knot.

A tingle ran up his spine. Putting the folder on his table, he looked outside. His window faced south so he never got the rising or setting sun in his face, but he did have a wonderful scene outside. It overlooked one of the many bridges that covered the river, and today, like most other days, was the same. People walked purposefully and quickly, engrossed in their lives. He let his eyes linger on a few of them, making up their stories in his mind.

There was the young, harried man. He held on to his bowler hat with one hand while the other clutched a stack of books to his chest. He had see this man pass several times, always with the same harried stance. Usually he carried either a satchel or a bag; today it was a stack of books. He wondered, idly, who was the recipient. In his mind, he placed the young man.

Perhaps a lad of twenty. Just completed his schooling, apprenticed. He was definitely someone who worked in an office, but his shoes informed the long-time observer that he was perhaps someone who travelled frequently. He was either a man of poverty or a man who kept close track of his finances; there had only been two times in recent memory that the man had not worn his usual seasonal shoes but had instead elected to wear a pair of sturdy boots. When the man had come back, the shoes were shinier than they had ever been. Certainly the young man was apt to take good care of his belongings.

In contrast to the harried man, there was the kept woman. She was one of the few ladies who wore not a proper hat, but instead drew a hood over her head with the ingenious use of her shawl. Her movements were leisurely and sensous; the observer had seen a few men who were tongue-tied when she passed them. It was her attire, perhaps that gave the most clues to her job and her personality. The clothes themselves were muted, but her jewellry were the kind you took off quickly. The colours especially, varied. The long-time observer had seen the woman escorted by a number of men; each time she was, she would wear a single bracelet over her long gloves. If a man escorted her but she wore no bracelet, she would leave him in the middle of the street.

There were always children playing. This time they played snowballs. They threw them at each other in abandon, and the woman uncharacteristically, stopped to look at them play. The observer noted that her hand went to her stomach, and she seemed to be quite possessive. Another secret smile lit up his face. The children shouted, and he shook his head. The harried young man had run straight into one of their balls and was berating them.

The woman intervened. Even from this distance, the observer could see the change that came over the young man. He looked stricken and charmed, even as she led him away.

It was winter, a time to warm the heart.
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[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!